He'd done something bad. Very bad. It was an accident. He didn't mean to bash her head in with the bat. And then stab her seven times. It was all her fault! She didn't listen. She wouldn't be silent! Now they'd hunt him down because of her, the bitch. Oh he'd really done something bad. But how come it felt so good?

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Murder in New York as a ruthless killer who likes to play games runs wild in the streets, murdering people in no order that the cops could find. He has the cops chasing their tails. Until Lieutenant Kory Hannagan, a woman with a personal vested interest in the case is put in charge.

The GLEE in murder

Favorite color? The bright red of blood that gushes from a severed artery. 


﻿Kory sighed as she snuggled into bed. Somehow her eyes were void of any sleep. She couldn't understand why. She'd had a long day and she should have been able to sleep. 


﻿After getting to the restaurant which she complained about because it was upper class and she wasn't dressed for it, Agent Cross did indeed discuss about the case with her. In fact he distracted her so much with talk of the case that she didn't even notice when she'd eaten so much she was almost bursting. She knew that was his end game and congratulated him as such. She insisted on splitting the bill since they weren't on a date, and it put a huge hole in her savings. A cop didn't make enough to eat at restaurants like those. 


Chapter 12. Bonding